Summary: HP/YYH Fusion. HP/HG. The world as he knew it was about to change. The Muggles aren't as clueless about magic as wizards like to believe. An A/U unlike any I've ever read before.

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Welcome to the first Friday of December 08'. You know what that means, another highly antici.. another exciti... another chapter of The Story of Harry. Hope you all enjoyed November. I have, nine alerts, two C2's, two normal reviews, a flame and on three people's favorites list, I think that means like eleven, twelve people enjoyed the beginning of this story. Which it is, only the beginning. I have about a rough estimation at this point, over 180,000 words or more.

To all my people in the U.S. hope you had a great Thanksgiving.

[A/N - 1] Still un-beta'd.

[A/N - 2] Not a fan of redheaded families in this fic.

On with the story then.


Dark Times - Chapter III


Previously on Wizengamot Files...

Shock from seeing her childhood friend and exhaustion finally catch up to Hermione causing her to fall unconscious. Her mind taking her back to when they were formally introduced.

And now...


'Holding Cell Observation Room'

'Ex-Ministry of Magic Building'

London, England

May 25, 1996 - 0509 Hrs.


"My name... is Harry Potter," the boy said.

That stopped Kiara and Alrisha's argument as fast as it started. All the occupants in the room stared at the holding cell with a gobsmacked look on their faces.

"Your Harry Potter?" Kingsley said with a tone that suggested he thought Harry was lying. "Really?"

"You give me a feckin' truth serum and you still have your knickers in a twist about the answers I'm giving you. Pffftt. For pity's sake man," Harry raged, then he faked a great yawn. "Well, I'm severely knackered after my little scuffle, wake me when you get serious."

"Little scuffle!" Kiara yelled indignantly.

"He gets to sleep now. How iz this any kind of fair?" Alrisha asked.

"Why did you join the Deatheaters?"

"Finally, we get to the juicy bits. Let's see, it's all very simple mate. One reason. Revenge. The Order of the Phoenix killed my best friend. Next question," Harry said.

A loud thump drew Kiara and Alrisha's attention away from the interrogation.

"Hermione!" Kiara shouted when she had seen their team leader crumpled on the stone floor unconscious an she jumped out her seat racing over to Hermione.

"Merlin! What iz ze matter with 'er now?" Alrisha whinged.

"Not the time woman! Captain Lupin help!" Kiara yelled.

Remus Lupin was startled out of his rumination by a shrill voice yelling his name. He turned from, what was now seemingly to be his one of his best friend's child and was startled by the scene before him. The Erinyes seemed to be falling to pieces. The young woman that Minerva hailed as one of the brightest witches to come from the 'Fall of Hogwarts' was unconscious on the floor. Her Second In Command was hunched over her and had a panicked expression on her face. Which was surprising to him as he had never seen Kiara Freedman panicking, agitated yes, all the time when ever she was near Alrisha Black, but never panicking.

He never understood why Madam Bones had placed the three of them on the same team. They seemed to be an extremely volatile mix of personalities when all three were together. But, never the less, they seemed to get their job done at a very high rate of success. They either have an extreme amount of luck or an extreme amount of skill.

Remus had never bothered to figure out which.

But, at this moment, Kiara seemed almost afraid. She should be, if Granger should be otherwise incapacitated, she would be acting leader. From what he had seen, neither remaining Fury was up for that responsibility yet. Not just anyone can lead, it's a terrible pressure to be burdened with and he wouldn't subject anyone to it who wasn't ready.

"What happened?" Remus demanded.

"She just fainted sir," Kiara supplied.

"I knew it! I just knew something like this would 'appen!" Alrisha chimed in, "Everyone knows she is not fit for command and yet she 'as us 'ere, when we should be recovering. Just so she can look in to the eyes of some wretched muggle abomination!"

"Lay the hell off Rish," snapped Kiara.

"It is ze truth. SHE lost 'ER team. Elle a déjà tué une équipe avant. I will not be killed as well. I still do not understand why she still in charge of the Furies," Alrisha yelled.

"Would you shut, what they call, the fuck up," Kiara yelled back.

"Okay, stop this nonsense, the pair of you," Remus cut in, "I'm going to take her to headquarters infirmary. If you want to come with, you can, if not, you can go home or stay. I don't care."

"Thank you Sir! Finally, someone who makes sense," Alrisha said as she left the room.

Remus watched as Alrisha strolled out of the room as if she didn't have a care in the world and headed to the left toward the lifts. Apparently, she couldn't be bothered with the well being of her fellow teammate. He shook his head softly at her retreating form and turned back to see Kiara concern clearly recognisable in her hazel eyes.

"Do you need help?" she asked.

"Not at all," Remus answered as he withdrew his wand pointing it at Hermione's unconscious body and incanted, "Moblicorpus."

When her body started to float in a truly macabre fashion in front of the pair. They headed out the observation room and turned down the hallway heading to the floo area. He instructed the guard outside to go to observation, to keep an eye on things.

"Do you know why she fainted?" Remus asked.

"No..." She trailed off, but after narrowing her eyes a moment later, they began to dart around madly giving her a look that made it seem as if she was in was in deep thought.

"What is it?" Remus gently prodded.

"It's just..." She stopped again when they made it to the floo station.

"Yes?"

"She seemed to trip out, with a capital 'T' when she got a good look at that M. T. S. Even before he even said he was Harry Potter.

"Trip out?" Remus asked not understanding the terminology.

Kiara blinked at him at least three times before she understood that he didn't understand her, "Oh, um let's see. Went a little daft?" she tried once again, but it was more of a question to herself.

"Oh, it doesn't matter. We'll just ask when she wakes up," Remus said grabbing some of the magical soot from the pot next to the fire place.

"Yes sir," Kiara chirped as she grabbed her pinch full, Remus threw his soot on the fire and the orange fire turn emerald green. Grabbing Hermione's arm and pulling her toward the fire and as they stepped into the fire he said his destination.

"Bone's Manor. Night Access Pass Code: Pillar Of Four Lupus Sapien," Remus said. The bright green fire exploding up consuming the both of them.

When she caught up to them outside of the heavy double doors that led to the infirmary, she forced them open making them to bang against the walls causing some of the patients there to be disturbed. Like a nun spotting chewing gum, the matron of the infirmary was all over the sound, mere seconds after it happened. She came out of her office, her nighttime cloak billowing from her hurried pace. Her face set to a glare as she spotted the intruders that shattered the silence.

"What is going on here?" The matron hissed at the intruders.

"Madam Pomfrey!" Kiara shouted. The man in the corner bed groaned and pulled the he had pillow over his head.

"Freedman," Remus said as he placed a hand on her shoulder to quiet her. Ever mindful of the eyes and ears around, he had to show that he didn't show blatant favoritism, even if it always isn't true.

"Sir," Kiara responded as she composed herself again, "Madam, we were in observation, watching a prisoner be interrogated, when she fainted."

"Oh," Pomfrey looked at her pulling her wand out of her cloak. She began waving her wand in an intricate pattern before rapping Hemione's forehead once. Nearly incomprehensible patterns of light seemed to flow out from the point of impact. Madam Pomfrey studied them pursing her lips in concentration. Then her eyes lit when she found what she was looking for and she turned back at the two who brought her in and she smiled.

"She's asleep," She said simply.

"What!" Kiara exclaimed causing a completely bandaged man in the corner to groan loudly, "Oh, shut the hell up, "she mumbled.

"Well according to her graph, she did faint. But she would have woken up about a minute later. But since she was so fatigued her body simply put her to sleep. It also shows that she's now in a R.E.M. cycle so she must be dreaming of something. So the best medicine is sleep for now. Go on. Get out. Shoo," Pomfrey said pushing them out of the infirmary.

"Wait!" Kiara protested.

"No," Pomfrey said simply when they were outside, turning on her heels, she sharply flicked her wand and the doors slammed in their faces. She the waved her wand at the Granger girl, she remembered this one, as she moved the unconscious young woman's body to the bed and with a couple of flicks, she was ready for bed. Granger, yes, she was the one who came in five months ago, battered, bloodied and bruised, dragging the two other bodies of her teammates with her, a botched mission of some sort. Before that she had to be the most luckiest girl to survive both a troll attack and the year after that being petrified. She even heard she had become some sort or madwoman taking all the impossible missions her team was allowed.

"Pleasant dreams," she said to the room. But mostly to the young woman sleeping before her.


'Granger Residence'

Little Whinging

September 25, 1987 - 1535 Hrs.


She was having a terrible day. Really, truly, terrible. It started when her Mum had told her that she wouldn't take her and Maris to school on her way to work, because Mike had colic and nothing seemed to work and calm him. So that meant she had to walk to school because her mother was taking the morning off from everything. She nearly flung Michael at her Dad when he came downstairs. Then she proceeded to tell him that this was his fault, she was through having children and she would never let him touch her again and if he even tried to, she make sure he would be mistaken for a Jewish man.

Her dad paled, then quickly proceeded to take Mike on a drive to try and calm him down. She and Marisol had watched as their parents took off in different directions. While they sat there looking at one another, almost in tandem they realised they still needed a ride to school.

Her Mum's reply to them asking for a ride sounded suspiciously like words that would have her in Time Out for at least a hour. So she and Maris made the long trek to the school. But, as it were they were already late, so the rule was that if you were late, you needed to be escorted by a professor back to class. If that wasn't bad enough by itself, their professor escort was Professor Johansen, her professor from last term and she began to guilt her like there was no tomorrow. Her face was beet red from the scolding and Maris didn't help at all with her snickering.

Her day only went from bad to worse. Since last night was so terrible, she forgot to get her bag out of the boot. So she forgot her busywork from yesterday. The teacher looked at her sadly and marked it her grade book, then the whole class stared at her like she was an impostor for at least five minutes. So since she didn't have the work she wasn't allowed to go out to play. So she had to stay indoors on a wonderful day. The only good thing that happened all day was she remembered Veronica had gotten suspended for kicking someone two days before. So, luckily, she didn't have to deal with her that day.

Now, as she and Maris were walking back to their house, since their mother was apparently still on vacation, she remembered the boy she got into trouble would be at her house, to pay of his debt to society, so to speak, this afternoon. How could she have forgotten? Oh right, terrible day, she remembered. She thought maybe they could hurry home so she could avoid him. But since today was a terrible day, who should be standing in her front yard, it's the boy she got in trouble last night, standing in her front lawn near her mum's azalea's waiting for someone. Maris, who was unaware of what happened yesterday, skipped up to him. She stared hard with her blue eyes at him for a moment and he cringed under her scrutiny.

"Hello, I'm Marisol Granger, who're you and whatcha doing here," Maris said, always to the point.

"Harry Evans," he said quietly, as he looked down at his battered trainers.

"Hello Harry. I'm Marisol, you can call me Maris and this is my sister Hermione. Don't worry if you can't say it, most kids can't."

"We've met before," Harry said in a tense voice. and Hermione winced at the tone.

"Well alright then," Maris said as she opened the door and yelled, "MUM are you in there?"

"Hermione, Maris, is that you in there? I'm round back, in the garden. Come here for a bit."

"Okay Mum," Hermione and Maris replied. Maris grabbed Harry by the hand and proceeded to drag him through the house to the backyard.

They made it to the garden in the back and the three of them had seen was her mother kneeling, tending to her flowers. She glanced back at them, noticing the third person with her daughters. She took off her hat and gloves revealing a pretty blue eyed blonde woman with high cheekbones and a dazzling smile. Standing up she walked over to the kids and smiled at them. She took special note of the boy with them, looking him in the eyes, which was difficult, since he really was kind of shy and her suspicions were confirmed.

"Oh hello. You must be a friend of Hermione's. Though I must say, Hermione dear, I think your a bit young to be bringing home your boyfriends," Missus Granger said with a straight face and Harry turned beet red. It was easy too tell with his pale complexion.

"Mum!" Hermione shouted also red. Maris was giggling madly at her mum's teasing.

"Oh just relax. I'll stop. Okay. I was just joking, but you know, he sorta looks afraid of you Hermione, though I suppose that can be a good thing, but you really wouldn't understand that. I'll tell you, when your older," Missus Granger said.

"Mum stop it. Look at him, he's about to pass out from embarrassment," Hermione pleaded.

"Alright, alright, hello young man," Missus Granger extended her hand. Harry took her proffered hand and shook it gently. "What's your name?"

"Harry ma'am, Harry Evans," Harry said.

"Well Harry, you can call me Missus Granger," Missus Granger said back.

"Hello Missus Granger."

"So, now that the pleasantries and done. Let's get to the business at hand. Shall we?" Missus Granger said, sternness creeping into her voice with every syllable. Harry seemed to shrink by a few inches by the end of her sentence. Hermione and Maris grimaced as they realised the tone of her voice, "You, young man are here, because you have been accuse of taking something that rightfully belonged to Hermione. How do you Plead?"

"Mum, Harry..." Hermione started.

"Shush," Missus Granger interrupted putting up a finger to silence her.

"Huh," Harry said confused.

"Ah ah," Missus Granger said moving her finger in a 'no no' motion, "No 'huh'. Guilty or Not Guilty Young Man," Harry looked at her for second and he steeled himself for his fate, it was either, take this punishment or be locked in his cupboard for two weeks, he didn't take long to decide.

"Guilty," he said firmly.

"Sorry, no, I don't think so," Missus Granger said in a sing song voice.

"Huh," Harry said confused again.

"The first thing your going to learn here..." Missus Granger started, "is my husband's eyes never misses a trick, but at the time he was too caught up with his emotions. Too caught up in the moment to see things objectively," she looked at Hermione and grinned, "Later when he cooled off, he realised, my dear Hermione, that you, unlike your very imaginative younger sister, have never been able to lie to his face. ("Hey!" Maris huffed) Maybe it's the daddy's little girl thing."

"Um," Harry said still confused.

"So, here is what's to happen. You, Mister Evans, are going to come by on Fridays after school to play. All you have you to do is, just hang out, watch the telly, whatever strikes your fancy. You just play with my children. Sound fun?" she said as she turned around to tend to her garden again.

"Um okay," Harry said confused even more.

"And I better not catch you two snogging," Simone threw over her shoulder.

"Mum!" Hermione's face flustered once again.

"Come on Harry!" Maris said excitedly as she began to drag Harry into the house. He looked back at her properly for the first time and his eyes seemed to be pleading with her for help to help him. But she stood there captivated by his eyes. They were a startling bright shade of green. Maybe the day wasn't so terrible after all.


'Playground'

Little Whinging

October 2,1987 - 1622 Hrs.


At the playground in near sitting area, two lone figures could be heard arguing. On one side, it was a young boy, who had jet black hair and his clothes seemed too big for his body. On the other side was a petite girl, with brown hair so bushy, it seemed to have a life of its own.

"Why are you still on about this?" the boy asked.

"Because, you still won't say a word to me," she answered.

"So what?"

"I told you I was sorry for lying on you," the girl huffed, her hands on her hips.

"And I said, it was okay," the boy replied back, his arms crossed over his chest.

"And I don't believe you meant it one bit," she countered.

"What's it gonna take for you to believe me?" he asked.

"I want you mean it," she answered. His eyes narrowed in anger and then he vented.

"Okay, fine. It's not okay. To keep Dudley out of trouble, you sold me down a river for some ugly, stupid rin..." he was interrupted by a sharp pain in his left cheek, as his face his face was turned to the right. He looked back at the girl stunned, she had smacked him and she was still pissed.

"Don't you ever. Talk. About. My. Parents. Wedding. Rings. LIKE THEY'RE JUST RUBBISH," she yelled, poking him in the chest, to emphasize each word. A second later she realised just who she just smacked and was currently poking. They might hit one another, but, they were family. She had lied on him for her sister and Maris bothered her all the time. He could sic Dudley on her and if he told Dudley, Dudley would tell...

"OH MY GOD, I AM SO SORRY," she wailed, "Please don't get Dudley to get Veronica on me, I didn't mean it, it just happened, I'm sorry," she said this quickly and when she looked up she had seen that his eyes weren't bright anymore, they were a dark, cold green and she was actually afraid for a moment.

"Why would you think that? Do you think I'm like HIM," Harry said in a pained voice, startling her with his tone.

"No it's just..." she motioned for them to sit on the park bench, "I don't know? I just...I go a little mad sometimes when it comes to my mother's ring, it's all I have let of her," she sighed.

"But, didn't your mum sent us to the park?" Harry asked.

"Yes and no," Hermione answered, "She is my mum, but she didn't give birth to me."

"How?" Harry asked.

"I have two mums. One who gave birth to me and one who raised me," she answered.

"Oh," Harry said still not understanding. They sat in silence for a couple minutes, lost in their thoughts. Hermione move to break the silence.

"Well lets talk about something else, um, how did you get your scar?" she asked and his eyes turned to the heavens.

"Car accident that killed my parents," he said in a quiet voice.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry," she said then she hugged him tightly and he tensed up from the contact. She let go quickly scooted away to give him space. The silence returned with a vengeance for a few more minutes. She decided she would tell him why she lied on him.

"I only lied about the rings because Dudley said he would get 'her' on my sister," she said softly.

"I know," he said as he cradled his hands behind his head.

"You knew! Then why?" she asked.

"Because I didn't know how important they were."

"What has that have to do with anything?" Hermione wondered.

"I thought, you listened to Dudley, because the rings cost a lot," Harry shrugged.

"Oh," she said lamely and the silence returned.

"So," Harry broke it this time.

"So..." she started, "Let's start over."

"Huh," he looked at her, as she extended her hand towards him.

"Hermione Granger," she supplied. So caught off guard by current events, he replied absently.

"Harry Potter..." his eyes widened "I meant Evans. Evans. Please you have to call me Evans," he pleaded. She looked back at him with a thoughtful look on her face. Then she smiled.

"Alright I'll call you Evans, when I need to yeah. But when it's us, your Potter. Evans, he was the boy who was upset with me, Harry Potter is my new friend," she said brightly.

"Friend?" Harry asked with wonder in his voice.

"That's right."

"Okay." he said with a smile.

"Let's go play Mister Potter."

And play they did.

On the roundabout Hermione had someone to spin her around. When she was by herself she had to push it her self and that made it more of a chore than play. Harry wasn't very strong but he put everything he had into pushing and that was saying a lot. She watched him push the ride around in a circle for about a minute, before she told him to stop before he became exhausted. To which he replied he didn't get tired and pushed for another minute straight. He let go and watched her spin until it slowed down and attacked it again to get her back up to a good speed. When she got off without realising she was still dizzy she staggered right into Harry, he caught her and they both fell to the ground, Harry taking the brunt of the fall for them.

After that, they went on the slides, Harry went down the slide a lot more than she could. After the tenth time she was tiring, but Harry was still a bundle of energy. Still going excitedly up and down, climb and slide, wash, rinse, repeat. After her watching him slide a few more times, the stragglers that came to the park later were starting to arrive. She looked around and knew it was time to leave soon. She fidgeted for a moment, while looking at the children around, many who are usually indifferent to her, but some made fun of her for having no friends, when she played alone. Then she realised she had Harry, while it wasn't much, she wasn't alone anymore. That thought bolstered her and then he had pulled her over to the swing sets.

She sat rocking on the swing, watching Harry fly back and forth as high as the chains would allow him to go. She sat watching him and she thought she had seen a small smile on his face, as he passed her. He seemed to be in his own little world, that she was just a spectator. And at that moment she suddenly felt smaller than before. He turned to looked at her and then he frowned. He suddenly slowed down to a near stop and asked her a question.

"What are you doing?"

"Swinging," she answered and he laughed out loud.

"That's not swinging, it's sitting," he said through his chuckles.

"Well. If don't go high. I won't fall," she said in a matter of fact tone as Harry got off, and walked behind her.

"Here let me push you," he said as he grabbed the swing under her.

"Harry no!" Hermione nearly yelled.

"Don't worry," he said calmly, "I won't let anything happen to you."

"Harry.." she started.

"Trust me," he said softly.

"Um o..okay.." she stammered.

He pushed her softly at first and she nearly shrieked and hopped off. But her first friend was asking for trust and if she couldn't do that, what sort of friend was she. She closed her eyes when he pushed a little more firmly, and she let go of her fears and if she fell, she didn't think Harry would make fun of her. She opened her eyes when she heard him grunt as he pushed his hardest and all she saw was the blue sky coming toward her. It was like flying in the sky and she felt free. Was this what Harry felt, if so, she liked it.

As she fell back to the earth she caught sight of something that chilled her to the bone. A group of children were making their way towards them. Three distinct figures were walking in front of the rest of the group, a pig in a wig, a rat face and a pumpkin head. Dudley Dursley, Piers Polkiss and the bane of her existence, Veronica Graves. Apparently, Harry also had seen them, because he was moving to intercept them. She put her feet down and skidded to a stop.

"Harry, let's go back to my house," Hermione said as she put her hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Alright," He nodded back to her and they made their way to the park entrance.

"Hey Bookteeth," A high pitched, nasally voice called out to them and a hand on her shoulder turned her around to face a very tall very red headed ten year old.

"Oh, hello Veronica. I'm sorry but we really must be going," Hermione said with a fake smile set in place. She went to turn around again when the strong hand stayed her movement.

"Oh that's okay. My best mate Dudders here, said you wanted to give him and me some rings," Veronica said in a gruff voice.

"He and I," Hermione corrected automatically.

"What?" Veronica's eyes flashed in anger.

"Nothing," Hermione said quickly.

"Yeah, she gots some rings for us Ronnie," Dudley sneered.

"I don't have them anymore," Hermione lied.

"She's lying!" Dudley yelled.

"Really Dudders?" Veronica asked Dudley with excited tone.

"Yup, I can see the chain," Dudley said.

"Oh, I see it too," Piers agreed and he reached for Hermione.

"Leave her alone," Harry said stepping in front of Hermione.

"Whoa Bookteeth. I see your knight in shabby armour has arrived to save the day. Well, I guess he's the best you can do. You two nerds deserve each other," Dudley turned to Harry, "But really, we're already going to pound you too Evans, just hold on for a bit while I get my new rings," Dudley moved toward Hermione.

"No!" Harry roared as he dived at Dudley, taking them both to the ground.

Some kid yelled fight and it seemed the whole playground was surrounding them yelling and screaming. Dudley and Harry was rolling around on the ground while Hermione, Veronica , and Piers were standing gobsmacked watching the tiny boy wrestle someone four times his size and it seemed like he was almost winning.

"Gerroff me," Dudley growled when his face was pushed into the ground Veronica moved over to the fight and easily plucked Harry off of Dudley putting him in a choke hold and his feet kicked as he struggled to free himself.

"Leggo of me you... you pumpkinhead," Harry choked out.

Startled by the insult Veronica dropped him. Hermione bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing out loud at Harry's insult to Veronica. She was one of the lucky few who didn't laugh, really everyone knew she had a head shaped like a pumpkin, but none were bold enough to tell her to her face. But her scrawny, knobby kneed, bespectacled knight in shabby armour just said what went through the minds of all of the kids she bullied, at one time or another.

"How dare you?" Veronica shrieked as she lunged at Harry. He easily ducked out of her reach. Darting over to Hermione, grabbing her hand and tugging her towards the direction of her house.

"Come on, Hermione," he said as they ran from a crimson faced Veronica Graves.

And that's how it started. Since trouble usually had a way to find them, they would escaped it. Time after time.

Together.

TBC

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